Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.